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m-jelly · 1 year

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I was wondering if you could do a Levi x Reader where you insert her into the storyline of one of the episodes of AOT. They just started dating and Levi is a little over protective of her when going on missions. To the point where other Scouts noticed She’s also shorter than him (by like an inch).

This is my first time making a request so if I’ve done it wrong I apologize !!

@ladycheesington <3

Medic

Pairing: Levi x Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: Canon world, romance, fluff, protective Levi, season 1 Levi, shorter reader.

Concept: Going back to season 1 when Levi is first introduced. Levi clears the Titans in the area but keeps making sure a small little base set up on a roof is protected. People take notice of Levi staying close to a spot and know the new medic is stationed there.

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The wind pushed its cold fingers through soft raven hair. Steel blue eyes focused on the target. A disgusted click of a tongue escaped kissable soft lips. Muscles flexed as an agile body twisted with the motions of the world. Blades met flesh and blood arched through the air before softly hissing as it evaporated from view.

Heavy boots landed on a tiled roof as joints ached. Keen ears listened and eyes scanned the houses for any more staggering beasts. With the flick of a green cape and a blast of air, the agile form drifted through the land until a destination was reached.

A gentle heart surrounded by protection throbbed at one gaze at a beautiful woman tending to the sick. His body moved towards the divine creature as if some spell connected the two souls through adoration and pure love. Worry seeped through the loving heart when they saw the sweet woman's hands covered in blood.

You flinched when your lover took a firm grasp of your wrist with his strong loving hands. You softened your smile to soothe the man you loved. You watched as he cleaned your hands of all blood and inspected every inch of them before releasing them.

Tired eyes softened and a relaxed sigh left your lover's lips. "Thank fuck you're not hurt."

You hummed a little laugh making the handsome Captain blush. "Levi, I'm a medic, I will get blood on me sometimes."

He pursed his lips together in a cute pout. "I know, but I worry."

"You are sweet to worry so much about me."

Levi flicked his steel blue irises to meet your gentle gaze. He lowered his voice to a spine-tingling whisper. "I worry because I care deeply for you. I want you to live. I want you to live a long life with me."

You reached up making Levi lean closer eager for your touch. You gently tucked a few strands of his soft hair behind his ear. "I want that too." You retracted from the man you loved and raised on your aching legs before approaching a soldier with a body in their arms. "You should head out there, Captain."

Levi winced at hearing you call him by his title instead of his name. He adored the way your lips and tongue moved when you said his name, Levi. He wanted you to say his name over and over, but he knew that many were watching.

He trudged closer to you and looked down at you as you spoke to the solider. "Do you need help?"

You looked up at Levi and smiled. "All good here. You should head out." Your hand slipped under his green cape and across his lower back making him shiver in delight. "They need you."

He hummed in response. "Don't leave here, got it? If you do, I'll be pissed."

You smirked at him before playfully saluting. "Yes, sir!"

Levi clicked his tongue, but couldn't help but smile a tiny bit at your playfulness. "Brat."

You waved to your beloved Captain as he flew off from his perch. Captain Levi was an impeccable soldier, one that was truly inspirational and admirable though to try and be like him was a fool's errand. Always catching the eyes of others, there was only one he wanted to always be watching him.

Levi drifted around where you were and made sure to keep the place safe. He took his eyes off you when had to save a scout. He knelt at their side and held their bloodied hand and made a promise. He knew the man was too hurt to return to you.

He stumbled to his feet and flew back to you to ensure you were safe and well, but a gaze from Hange irritated him. He landed close to the wild-eyed woman. "Tch, what?"

Hange shrugged her slender frame. "Nothing much, just you seem to be keeping a close eye on our medic."

"She's important to me."

"To you?"

Levi's cheeks burned. "Us. She's important to us." He gulped hard. "Get back to work."

Hange smirked. "No more beautiful titans."

He hummed in response. "Your obsession will never make sense to me." He turned on his heels. "I'm going to offer my assistance elsewhere."

"Like the medic area?"

Levi flinched. "Shut it!" He hurried over to you and gazed at you as you cleaned your hands. "Do you need help?"

You approached your lover and hummed. "I'm okay, but thank you for offering."

Levi lowered his voice and whispered to you. "Tonight, come to my office. I wish to hold you and kiss you."

You gazed at Levi as a smile spread on your lips. "I will run there tonight."

"Perfect."

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megalony · 2 years

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No nightmares, just pleasure

This is a Morpheus (Sandman) imagine requested by the lovely @dreaming-about-fanfictions I hope you like it and this is what you were looking for hun.

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Summary: Morpheus would do anything for his beloved (Y/n), so when she asks him to stop giving her so many nightmares, he can do nothing but oblige.

Enjoy.

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A familiar, if blank look washed over Morpheus' face when his ears picked up on the sound of beating wings and gliding feathers entering his realm. He was the Lord of his realm, showing emotion wasn't something he was prone to doing when he had to uphold the rules of the realm and not show favour to anyone or anything he created. But he couldn't deny that he had become warmer to Matthew recently.

He would never be Jessamy and Morpheus would never allow himself to become close or rely too heavily on another raven again, but it was nice to have that familiar companion feeling again.

"Matthew, tell me how is my Queen today?" The way Morpheus' upper lip lifted and curled and his jaw parted down into a delicate smile showed the tingling feeling of love that Morpheus had each time he thought of (Y/n).

"She's coming here sir... and she's upset." Matthew hopped from foot to foot, deciding to stare down at the broken slabs beneath his claws instead of his master whose attitude had now changed for the worse.

All trace of his smile had vanished.

Matthew had never served a master before, this was his first reincarnation and it was something to get used to but he hadn't realised how intimidated he would feel in this realm. When he watched the colours of the dreaming realm fade to bleak wet grey or the black shades that should be in Death's own realm, he felt scared. Watching Morpheus' eyes turn bright gold when his expression darkened, he wanted to fly back to the waking world.

If anything upset, harmed or threatened (Y/n) in any way, Morpheus would turn from the king of Dreams to the King of endless horror and no one wanted to be around him when that happened. (Y/n) was his lover, his Queen, his everything and he would crush the world into sand if it would make her smile.

"Upset?"

He seemed to grow ten inches when he slowly rose from his broken throne, his brows raising beneath his shaggy hair and his fingers curling in distaste at his sides.

"You sent her to a nightmare sir, your Lady doesn't appreciate them."

"Nightmares are essential to growth of the human mind, they inspire and push them and their creativeness. My Queen knows I cannot divert all nightmares from her mind."

"Yes but you give her more nightmares than dreams sir, she doesn't sleep well. I think you should lay off the scares-"

"Do you intend to tell me how to be King of my own realm, how to look after my Queen, raven?"

Matthew knew when his name wasn't used, his opinion wasn't wanted nor valued. Morpheus wouldn't have someone tell him how to do his job or correct him if he happened to be wrong, the only person in the entire universe who was able to get away with that was his Queen and she was on her way to him now.

"Morpheus,"

Scratching her arm, (Y/n) lowered her head to look down at Matthew before the faithful raven disappeared into the sky, presumably not wanting to be around when the lovers had a row which he knew was coming. (Y/n) only ever called her king his true name when something was wrong or she wasn't happy with him. Every other time she referred to him he was called Dream, Love, My Lord or some other term of endearment.

"My Queen." Morpheus held out his arms towards (Y/n), feeling a little more at ease when she came over to him. His voice was a serenade to (Y/n), he reeled her in without having to say much at all. He could speak in a tongue that she didn't understand and she would still feel she understood and would come to him as if in a trance.

"Why would you send me there?"

"What?"

"Why would you send me to drown in the sea? I couldn't breathe, the water was pulling at me and there was nothing there but darkness, Morpheus why would you do that?" Tears spilled from (Y/n)'s eyes that wouldn't dare look up at her lover for fear she would melt in his arms and give in on her argument.

Nightmares were the only constant in (Y/n)'s life when she was younger since before she knew Morpheus, but all her nightmares had been memories. When Morpheus came back from his imprisonment, he could restore dreams to people which also meant giving them new nightmares to be plagued by.

He seemed to favour his lover with the nightmares she couldn't stand.

Ones that would wake her in the dead of night and have her checking all the windows and doors in case the burglar in her dream came for her in the waking world. Other dreams left her waking up in a puddle of sweat, grasping at oxygen with burning lungs. Then some left her scared for hours, fretting going to sleep in case she was sent back to the same cave of dark magic that hurt her in her sleep.

All she wanted was a soft, mythical dream before she woke in the morning. A good nights sleep, that's what she needed. Why couldn't her lover do that for her?

"Love, my nightmares have inspired you. I watch over you in the waking world, you excel at everything you do, you remember the little things you otherwise would forget without extra adrenaline and the hyper senses you mistake for panic."

With a gentle hand, Morpheus reached out until his fingers were able to brush along (Y/n)'s cheek, cutting off the tear that was about to trickle down the side of her nose. He dipped his head down so his eyes could finally meet her own and see those beautiful orbs full of wonder, love and right now, anguish that he hated to see. But he loved the feeling when his lover leaned her cheek into his touch, avid for more that he would gladly give.

"If you hadn't graced my kingdom today you would have done something significant."

"But you promised! You promised me I'd be able to sleep without the nightmares but I can't."

Reaching out (Y/n) half-heartedly bashed her hand into Morpheus' soft chest, wanting to hit him harder and emphasise how he was hurting her by sending her to these horrid places he created, but she didn't have the heart. She couldn't inflict even the slightest feeling of pain onto him because she loved him too much. She was infatuated with the King in front of her and he made her weak at the knees.

A sob left her lips when am arm encased around her middle and his fingers tangled in her hair, stroking the back of her head. He held her to his chest, quietly shushing her with his lips pressed against her forehead and her arms encaged between their bodies.

"I did promise you, my Queen and I... I, maybe I failed at helping you sleep but not anymore. The nightmares are supposed to help but I see they are having a bad effect on you love. What can I do to make it up to you?"

"Help me sleep tonight."

(Y/n)'s words were as soft as butter and as quiet as butterfly wings beating together but it was like music to Dream's ears. He relished in the feeling of having her in his arms and knowing that he could pour his affection on her without her feeling any anger or resentment towards him. She was his Queen, she could have him down on his knees at her feet if she gave the word, he would turn his creations to dust, he would reach into his own chest and pull out his heart and serve it to her on a silver plate if that was what she desired.

He would do anything to make her smile, to keep her love that she reserved for him and gave to him only.

Turning her head, (Y/n) nuzzled her nose against Morpheus' neck that wasn't covered by his dark shirt or the soft overcoat he always wore. He felt so warm, so inviting despite his pale skin and distant demeanour made him seem ice cold. All it took was one little kiss at the spot just under his chin at the top of his throat and the dream lord was putty in her hands. A few more kisses in that spot had his arm tightening around (Y/n)'s waist until she was crushed into his body, feeling every muscle, groove and crevice he had to offer.

A kiss beneath his Adam's apple had him shivering, three kisses just on the top of his collar bone made him tense and a kiss on his chest under his shirt made him moan outloud, clearly unintentionally. Dream could do nothing but tilt his head back in ecstasy and tense his chest, puffing it out like a bird in the breeze, allowing his lover to tug his shirt to one side and continue her exploring of his skin.

"Do you r-realise the power you have, by having me in the p..palm of your hand?"

Morpheus couldn't stop the stutter that came with his words when he felt hands exploring his skin, tracing the letters of his name against his abdomen before he felt fingers creeping at the waistband of his trousers making him gasp between pronouncing letters.

It was unreal to think that she held any power over him when one simple look made (Y/n) weak at the knees and crumble at his feet. She had come here with tears in her eyes and anger pulsing through her veins because her lover had subjected her to visions her mind couldn't handle. But two minutes of his sweet serenading voice had (Y/n) crushed to his chest, unable to stop herself from showing him how much she loved him.

How was she the one who held the control?

"If that's true, my Lord, then why don't you take me to bed?"

(Y/n) froze, watching in a trance as Morpheus' head snapped down to look at her so quickly it must have hurt his neck. His eyes that had been rolled back in bliss were now different, they weren't clouded over with passion, they were golden with the urge- no, the need, to have what was his. His lips were half snarling, half smirking down at his Queen who had just given her command which he was always obliged to follow.

Her hand stayed where it was, tucked deep within the waistband of his trousers, gripping him where he needed her the most. But her legs began to tremble when Morpheus leaned over until their noses were touching and his golden eyes were all she could see.

It hadn't even dawned on her that his arm was no longer around her waist until she felt his hand hovering near her face and his lips parted into an oval shape.

"As you wish, my Queen."

The soft breath Morpheus let out had (Y/n) trembling as she watched him uncurl his hand and blow speckles of golden sand all around them both until their surroundings changed to something more familiar.

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With a tired sigh, Morpheus dragged his slim fingers through his matted locks of hair that felt like feathers on a birds wing. He brushed the strands from his drowsy eyes that had never had such a good sleep before now. Being the one who created dreams and watched over all the humans who entered his realm, Morpheus didn't sleep at night.

Even during the day he didn't really sleep, humans didn't always just sleep at night. But he caught a few winks of sleep here and there when he wasn't working, he'd had his full share of sleep when he was imprisoned.

And yet, here he was laying in bed as the day drew to a close and the creatures he created started to prepare and arise for their jobs.

A twitch of the lips almost like a reflex action made a small but nevertheless pleasant smile form on his ruby red lips when he darted his eyes down to look at the girl curled up against him. Moments like this had been what Morpheus had missed while in his glass box of captivity. He had no touch, no comfort, no one to even smile at him once.

To be allowed to move around and flex his muscles and walk and grab someone to hug and intertwine with was magic to him that he gave to others in their dreams.

His arm had gone numb a while ago with how he and his Queen were interlocked.

Morpheus was laid on his left side, his left arm stretched out near the pillows that were scattered on the bed. His right leg was crossed over and placed in between (Y/n)'s legs. Her body was facing him, her head nuzzled into his bare chest with one arm draped over his waist and her leg hiked up resting on his hip.

He found his eyes staying upon the vision that was his lover joined to him and he smiled. She was sleeping soundly in his arms, no nightmares to be found. Trying to wake himself up, Morpheus moved his free arm and with a flick of his wrist, he gathered the sand in the room and tried to create a pattern in the air. It was worth trying to come up with some new ideas or something to update some of his older dreams that had been the same for donkeys years now. He found colours of deep ocean blue and crimson red floating around an image that was starting to appear in his mind that was slowly starting to wake up.

While his mind started to run away with the new idea inspired by the overwhelming feeling of love coming from within his arms, his eyes flickered down to (Y/n) when he felt her moving against him.

He kept his head resting on his upper arm while his lower arm was occupied and moving with (Y/n) trying to wriggle to get comfy. But his eyes darted back down to her once again when he felt her jerk against him.

Uncertainty flooded his eyes before they rolled back and he closed his eyes tightly as if squinting behind his eyelids. His mind wandered through his realm and scoured out the dream he had placed (Y/n) in while she slept, only to find it empty. A growl vibrated and rose from deep in his chest before he opened his eyes and slowly pulled his arm from under (Y/n).

"No, my beloved, you're wandering. Wake up for me."

Morpheus moved his hands to gently cup (Y/n)'s face, smoothing his thumbs over her cheeks while he moved to rest his forehead on hers, trying to search where she had fallen.

They were interlinked right now, both mentally and physically, she was following his mind, leaving her dream and falling into dreams and nightmares not created or designed for her. The sand Morpheus had been creating fell to the carpet, sprinkling and scattering around when his focus turned entirely to wake up his lover.

(Y/n) couldn't see.

She couldn't see walls, doors, windows or any sign of a light switch or a bulb hanging from the ceiling. Wherever she was felt never-ending, no matter which way she turned she instinctively knew that it would go on forever with no destination or exit in sight. She could see about three feet in front of her before the black seeped around her.

(Y/n) was a painting on a canvas, the only speckle of white that was about to be engulfed in black paint.

Where was that noise coming from?

It was a deep rumbling, but what was it? It sounded too loud and big to be a dog growling at her, yet it was too deep to be a human growl. Did the Earth make a sound like that?

Whatever was making the noise and wherever it was coming from, it was getting closer to her. She didn't dare move an inch in any direction. Her hands grabbed at her upper arms, her nails digging into her skin as she started to shake. Oh God, what was going to come and get her? Was it going to kill her, hurt her, mess and toy with her?

Her body began to tremble when she could feel the darkness prickling at her skin, small nails scraping away at her trying to pull her in. Each touch felt like white hot flames burning at her skin making her cry harder.

"Come with me, my love, this isn't a place meant for anyone as pure as you."

Morpheus.

Just a few feet in front of her, emerging from the darkness was her lover, her Lord. Standing there with his head tilted at an angle and his hand stretched out towards her, giving her the lifeline she had been praying for.

"Dream, w-where are w-"

"It doesn't matter because I won't let you fall back here again. Take my hand."

A splutter of air left (Y/n)'s gasping lips before her eyes shot open, scouting round for the darkness to try and keep it at bay. But there was no sign of any blackness coming for her, she was back in Dream's room illuminated with golden light and his beautiful features staring into her eyes.

"Breathe darling, just breathe. No more nightmares, remember?" Morpheus gently rubbed his fingers over the back of her neck, nodding when she started to breathe normally instead of hyperventilating. She had been there for a few seconds before he got her out, she hadn't seen or experienced anything of what that nightmare could do to a person. It wasn't somewhere he would ever let her go.

"Thank you... Dream, whose nightmare was that?" (Y/n) dipped her head forward so that Morpheus could press his lips to her forehead longingly and lovingly before he took her by surprise and rolled her onto her back. He hovered over her in such a way that all the light filtered around him like a halo but as much as he looked angelic, he could of passed for a demon all the same.

"That is a punishment, darling, for any truly destined for Hell. They stay there as long as I want them to where the darkness will devour them."

Morpheus would put those who commit horrid crimes into the darkness, it was a place where they would hear horrifying sounds but never see another human or creature. They would feel the darkness pulling at them and it would play with them like a predator playing with its prey before eating it. Sometimes it would engulf them straight away, other times it would make them wait and suffer.

"I... I..." (Y/n) didn't know how to express what she wanted to say. She knew her lover hadn't put her there, she had been in a bookshop before suddenly she felt the nauseating feeling of falling and she slipped into an underground cave, then into a room full of clowns, then fell into that darkness.

But Morpheus had found her and brought her straight out, he promised not to put her in any nightmares and he was keeping that promise.

"No more talk of nightmares, only pleasure."

He leaned his weight onto his forearm that was propping him above (Y/n) so he didn't fully lay on top of her. Another small but prominent smile pulled at his plump lips before they moved to trail down her chest, stomach and further down.

No nightmares, just pleasure.

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bokettochild · 2 years

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Tellie's Lockets

Okay, i kinda wrote this fic as a joke for @telemna-hyelle after she said she wanted to marry Sir Raven, but I also just wrote it for fun. That's also why I drew the thing at the end, but yeah, (I wanted to draw Raven with his wife but had no clue what she'd look like, so yeah.....)

Anyways, have some entirely made up Lon Family Lore!

"This ring?"

“Grew it on a tree.”

“Not possible!” Wind challenged.

“It is so.” The vet smirked in response, looking upwards at where Wind had kneeled in front of him. The sailor had caught one of the vet’s hands in his own and was looking over the various rings curiously, continuing a game he’d been playing with Legend all afternoon of trying to tempt the vet into telling him more about one or another of his items. At this point, the young sailor had entirely given up with more interesting seeming items like weapons and tools, and instead turned to the near endless heaps of jewelry Legend seemed to wear on the daily.

“But trees can’t make rings!”

“Not most trees.” The vet’s tone was airy, almost playful as he continued to stare at the sailor, eyes shadowed in such a way as would make him look threatening if not for the light in them as he stared at his little brother. “But I’m not like most Hylians either; I’ve something of a knack for finding the incredible and rare.”

Their youngest pouted slightly. “Lucky.”

Brown fingers scarred by ropes and blades swiped over paler, longer digits bearing many heavy jewels and bands above and below their gnarled knuckles. Bright eyes played over each stone, looking for the most mundane in hopes that, like the vet himself, it would hide some brilliant power or story that he could pry from the other.

“What about the necklace you wear?” Hyrule asked, pausing in his path past the two to lean over Legend’s shoulder and stare the vet in the eye, all hungry curiosity and eagerness.

Legend cocked a brow. “Which one?”

Rather than answer, the traveler reached over and the vet inclined his head to allow nimble fingers to snag ahold of the chain in question. The choice seemed to please Legend, and Wind beamed in delight as he realized what the warm expression on his brother's face meant; there was a story about to be told, and he was eager to hear it. He wasn’t the only one either, as the entire camp seemed to have realized just what was happening, glances being exchanged between the older heroes as they all resumed some form or another of busy work. They were in for a tale, one none of them would want to miss, and, being Links, they’d need something to keep their hands busy while they listened.

Especially Time. Time tended to fall asleep during long stories for some reason or another, although he’d wake in a second once the thing was over. Wind had tried asking about it, but their leader would just shake his head and smile, something bright in his one good eye that meant a story of something Wind would never hear as the other answered that he’d always been that way.

“This,” Legend began, pulling the necklace free from the collar of his tunic and dangling it where they all could see it clearly. “Is a gift my grandmother gave me.”

“Impressive.” Warriors drawled, earning snorts and half-hearted glares from the others around the fire.

Legend rolled his eyes, but otherwise ignored the jab. “There is a tradition in my family, one passed down from ages long past.”

The vet was beginning to talk in that story-book way he did when he really wanted to make what he was saying sound grand and impressive. Oh goody! That was always the best way to hear it! Wind loved Legend’s story-voice, it was rich and rolling, and it always carried the very best of stories with it. Sort of like the sea, actually.

“Tradition states that the necklace was a gift,” Light danced in violet eyes, warm and bright as they stared down at the silver locket in the vet’s hands. “One given to the last of the line of the Lons by his beloved.”

All eyes but the vet’s own darted up to Time, staring at the man expectantly, but their leader seemed just as intrigued as the rest of them. Who was the last of the Lons? Last time Wind checked, Time and Malon were a very happy couple well on their way to eventually having a kid, at least if the looks they gave each other and the passionate kissing he’d walked in on meant anything. Besides, Malon had a father somewhere out there too, didn’t she?

“After the fall of the kingdom,” Legend continued, unphased by the confusion he’d just prompted. “There was a woman who was known to be the beloved of the hero. She bore a child, and that young one herself grew and had a son. There was only one grandchild though, for the daughter of the hero passed in a tragedy that even now is forbidden to be told to the children of House Lon.”

“What was the tragedy?” Hyrule breathed, eyes wide from where he’d settled behind Legend, head resting on his arms, which were themselves rested on the log their vet was leaning against.

The story-teller grinned, tilting his head up to stare at the other and using one hand to gently bop the traveler’s nose. “What did I just say, Rule? It’s too great a thing to impart to children. I’ll tell you when you’re older than me.” Mischief danced in the vet’s gaze and smile as he turned back to Wind with a wink.

A frustrated huff met the vet’s words, but Hyrule didn’t press matters, instead settling and watching as Legend stared out at his audience. Wind wasn’t sure what they were all doing now, but seeing as he was comfortable having flopped across Legend’s front and feeling the vet’s voice rumble through the both of them, he wasn’t keen on getting up to look and see the faces of their brothers.

“Now. The hero’s grandson was a lad they called Raven. Why that was, no one could tell you. All that’s known is they he grew up on the Lon family ranch with his grandmother, helping her along in life and hearing tale after tale of his grandfather and the great adventures he went on in his travels to protect the kingdom. The tales inspired the boy, and as he grew, he came to have a heart for Hyrule and it’s people; a heart full of fire to protect and serve those around him who were weaker than himself.

“Naturally, he set his sights on the one position that would allow him to best fulfil this sense of duty. He chose to be a knight.”

Wind could almost feel Warriors’ smile, sense Sky’s beam, see Wild silently stiffening.

Bitterness touched the vet’s tone as he continued, hand closing around the locket and gaze hardening. “Unfortunately, he was of a line cursed, or so the people of Hyrule believed. Their last hero had failed them, left them to die, and no matter the sacrifice a man gives, it is fate that all that other men will see are the failures he left in the world. Raven had to fight to even be allowed to learn the ways of the blade, and the kingdom itself scorned him and his name, the name of his fathers, and that of all most dear to him in their efforts to make him turn away. But,” There was a smile on thin lips now, a brightness in violet eyes that spoke of smugness, of satisfaction. “Hyrule is not all there is in the world, and the young knight traveled far and wide to countries beyond to further his learning and be of aid to the people. He found places where he was only welcomed for his aid and not cast out.

“In his travels, Raven had many an adventure, from fighting a defeating Ganon- yes, the same as we all know- to conquering the mothers of the beast himself in combat. His name became known throughout the world, but he still remained a humble man, one who would rather stay and dine with the common people than be lauded with praise by royals in their grand houses and castles. In fact, it was while he stayed at a common inn that he met the woman that would one day become his wife. It was her who started our tradition.”

The locket snapped open and Legend smiled, turning it to show to Wind and watching how the sailor’s eyes widened. Staring back at their youngest was a young woman with bright eyes full of fire and cheer, smile like sunlight and face kind. Next to her was a young man who looked shockingly like Time, but younger and unscarred, with a smile that was uncannily similar to the one on the vet’s face now and eyes in practically the same shade.

“Tellie got the locket from heaven knows where, but gave it to Raven as a gift of sorts. She made him swear to bring it back to her when he traveled away, and each time he swore to, he did; until the day he gave up traveling and settled down, taking her with him back to the family house where they had their own children and continued life.

“The family Lon isn’t exactly known for holding still to one place though. It’s the Gerudo blood they say, it makes them all restless in their youth and prompts them to travel and explore. Inevitably, Raven and Tellie’s own children came to a point where they wished to wander like their father. The couple gave their blessing but also gave each child a locket with a whisper of home trapped inside, something to remind them to return one day. They in turn gifted lockets to their own children, passing them down as a promise.

“When each Lon child passes out of their parent’s house to travel the world, a locket is given to them as memory of those who wait for them to return.”

The vet’s voice softened again, warm and gentle as hot breath ghosted over Wind’s face from where he rested against the other’s chest, watching him keenly. Nimble fingers pressed the locket closed again, pulling the chain back over pink hair to rest where it had been before the vet had started speaking, although he didn’t tuck it back under his clothes. “This locket was given to me by my Gran, it’s the very locket that Tellie gave to Raven all those hundreds of years ago, and it’s meant to remind me to come home one day; I can’t let it be lost you see, not when there’s still other Lons who will want their children to see and carry it.”

“Other Lons.” Twilight’s breath caught across the fire. “You mean-”

There was the smirk again, there was the fire and mischief that Wind swore the other kept hidden save when he and Hyrule were watching. He'd tried to tell the others it was there, but no one believed him. “Shut your trap, rancher. Yes, I’m a Lon, same as you, and yes, same as Time.”

“Does that make the two of you cousins or something?” Warriors questioned, looking from rancher to veteran in consideration, as if trying to make out some sort of shared trait that could solidify the theorized connection.

Legend shrugged, smile never fading. “Heaven only knows.”

“Welcome to the family.” Time chuckled.

A roll of the eyes. “I’ve been here since birth, Old Man, you’re a bit late.”

Bonus Art :)

#sir raven #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu legend #lu raven #tellie my beloved #ketto writes #ketto draws

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theoutcastrogue · 1 year

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The Ravening War: Raphaniel's Leviathan

Raphaniel reminds me VERY much of a character I once made for the explicit purpose of roleplaying something I loathe. I said, what's a real life philosophy that would make sense in a d&d setting and that I hate? Ooh, I know, Hobbes in the context of the English Civil War. I'll play a champion of that then. But I won't make it a caricature, the point isn't to build a strawman and bash it (that's way too easy to be satisfying), I'll try my best to portray the character like a real person who genuinely believes all that. What would make someone believe that? And how would that someone behave, think, understand the world?

So I ended up playing a noble, a lawful evil Paladin of Tyranny (that was back in 3.5) wielding an executioner's greatsword named "Divine Right". And it was hard! I had to fight every instinct I had at every turn, it was a fucking struggle. (But interesting, illuminating, and rewarding, especially when she finally fucking died.)

this is the future Raphaniel wants

So anyway, I might be biased, but I think Raphaniel is a Hobbesian figure too. In this episode he revealed some of his political vision for Calorum, in the 2-year downtime he spent scheming:

"I will share some of the most touching parables and epistles from the Book of Leaves that have to do with unity and the uniting of people. … The clans of the Meat Lands struggle and strife, and unity, my mind dwells on unity. We long for stories to share and for songs and prayers that can unite a disparate people. It is my hope that if there is any aid I could lend you that the Meat Lands might find a common song to sing."

"Sir Drunon, as of this most recent battle, has become something of a national hero. Vegetania doesn't need heroes. Heroes give people pride. Pride on the story of their homeland, where they are from, legends that make them stand tall. Pride is the opposite of humility and obeisance. […]

I wanna drive a spike into the proto-, like, into the thing that gets under Raphaniel's skin is this burgeoning Vegetanian nationalism. This idea of civic pride which Raphaniel finds loathsome. So I think that it's a spreading through church channels always ringing the bell of like, an end to war. An end to bloodshed. Basically painting the lords of this new ascendant, like, Vegetanian rebel court as like, we still have a monarch. It's still the Lady Amangeaux. This is a love of bloodshed, and this knight's just been murdered in a house of ill repute, and this was the person you called a hero of the battle? And spreading through that area as well this idea of "had you knelt your head to the laws of the church and saw fit to include the Lady Amangeaux, we would not have returned an incredibly beloved Fructeran noble to Tomaté in his hour of needing to unify Fructera". So in other words, it's not pro-Amangeaux like, what a great lady. It's like, you're bad at politics, right?"

What do you make of this? My take is: this is an EXTREMELY authoritarian radish. His first priority is to make all people subjects (obedient, humble, without agency, never thinking of independence / self-government / self-determination, or that they deserve rights of any kind) under ONE rule.

Which rule, exactly, is not immediately clear. We know he promotes the interests of the church: he chose to dispose of Sir Drunon because he was an enemy of the church. I think he's angling for a theocracy in the long-term. But for now he's supporting a secular monarch, and he doesn't even think to rally the people to give power to the church from below. Because the people aren't supposed to rally, they're supposed to do as they're told. And until he gets the church to call the shots directly, he's happy with an absolute monarch ruling by divine right, i.e. one that he/the church can control. And until that happens, he's happy supporting the "rightful" monarch, Queen Amangeaux, NOT because she's "a great lady" (if she is, it's irrelevant!) but because she's THE queen, and y'all don't get to choose your kings and queens. [Speculation: he engineered the lack of heirs via contraceptive/abortifacient in the tea, so that the church would succeed the last heirless monarch.]

What he emphatically does NOT want in power is the rabble. And in his mind, all the classes are rabble. Even a hypothetical parliament of landlords or a council / diet of nobles would be too democratic and inclusive, and even a bunch of independent but otherwise perfectly monarchical kingdoms would be (and have been!) too chaotic. Which is why he's pushing for "unity" at every turn.

the union of temporal and spiritual power: castle + church, crown + mitre, cannon + excommunication, weapons + logic, armies + religious courts

So I think his end-goal is a sovereign with absolute authority, both secular and spiritual. In his mind, there needs to be a single State under a single "decider", a one-man (or one pope) rule, "a common power to keep them all in awe", otherwise it's "war of all against all", and everyone's doomed to the whirring teeth of death he keeps seeing in his visions: "continual fear, and danger of violent death; and the life of man, solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short."

I'm telling ya, that radish is a Hobbes fanboy FOR SURE. And if the whirring teeth of death are revealed to be, as suspected, a blender or a garbage disposal, the magnificent absurdity of this setting will have given us the most batshit illustration of Hobbesian terror at the prospect of people living "without a common power to keep them all in awe":

"Darkness. Whirring, strange reflective teeth. The sound of a high-pitched whining scream, grinding lower and lower. Blood, viscera, tearing of flesh. Nothing, darkness, flesh, shadow."

And this being a prequel, we already know the levels of repressive authoritarianism such a fear can give birth to.

…Or I am making ALL of this up, because I'm biased for reasons already explained. We'll see!

[quotes in italics are Hobbes's]

#the ravening war #the ravening war spoilers #dimension 20 #bishop raphaniel charlock #brennan lee mulligan #thomas hobbes #Leviathan #how to rogue #d&d #analysis #fluff #theory #rogues in fiction #the phantom of liberty #trs

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telemna-hyelle · 2 years

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Friend: So who is this character you have a crush on?

Me:

Friend: Ok, ok, I can see why you're a fan

#sir raven my beloved #loz sir raven

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solittles · 3 months

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you’re like uncannily good at assigning daemons to doomed victorian sailors. wish we could see the whole list!!

omg thank u soooo much ;; my dearest @stolperzunge is my co-creator of this au, she has had SO many great ideas for this au 💕💕 here is our complete list of the terror daemons!!

character - daemon settled as (gender) name [potential nickname] (real name)

feel free to send an ask if you have any thoughts or questions about my beloved au 💞

croizer - northern fulmar (f) aislin

fitzjames - cheetah (x) alexandria

sir john - basset hound (f) elizabeth

nedward - mole (f) cornelia

irving - swan (m) fabienne (fabien)

hodge - schipperke (f) mirabelle

dundy - lynx (f) abernathy [biscuit]

gore - arctic fox (f)

hickey - rat (f) dhalia

billy - whippet (f) sophie

sol - norwegian elkhound (f) akiva

tommy - one eared galago (f) saoirse

blanky - osprey (f) isolde

hartnell - mandarin duck (m)

jopson - siamese cat (f) lydia

peglar - otter (f) odette

bridgens - raven (f) edith

manson - yorkshire terrier (f) evie

goodsir - hedgehog (m) eileithyia

silna - polar bear, seal, northern fulmar etc (x)

diggle - golden lion tamarin (f)

wall - golden lion tamarin (f)

pilk - groundhog (f) romilda

des voeux - weasel (f)

heather - pit bull (f) harriet

hoar - pomeranian (f)

bryant - american staffordshire terrier (f)

morfin - seagull (f)

collins - seal species? (f) tristana

stanley - moth species? (f) victoria

mcdonald - quokka (f)

billy orren - seagull (f)

chambers - duck (f) evelyn

strong - gannet (f)

young - hare (f) anna

evans - puffin (f)

golding - water rail (f)

charles best - seagull (f)

#terror daemon #asks

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michelleleewise · 2 years

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Hi!!! just wanted to say love your writing & i have an idea for a request.

the reader is attending a stark party and is already a little late due to meetings with phil & they decide to wear a red cocktail dress with a little gold pendant from her childhood not knowing just how upset loki will be seeing you in his brothers colors. starting off 100 % innocent cause the reader isn’t aware that the women of asgard tend to do this for there beloveds. so loki decides to show her just exactly who she belongs to. lmao smut ofc but i was thinking it it ending in a fluffy way where the reader originally thought he was just be possessive to do just that, to stake his claim. but really seeing you in those colors hurt him a little. but loki being loki, y’all won’t actually talk about it until he screws the life out of you.

if this is a bad idea you can be completely honest, I haven’t suggested it before though i’ve had this for awhile but I do believe with your writing style, because I’ve read a phenomenal amount of your fic’s & loved them! you’ll be able to do it in a way that I’d love

Can I tell you how much I love this? Cause I loooooove this!! One angry, possessive loki with a dash of dom energy coming up!! And thank you for sending this!! I really hope you like it!!! 💚❤💚❤

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Colors

Pairing: Loki x reader

Warnings: possessive behavior, dom loki, swearing, all the smut, oral (f recieving), knife kink, consensual restraints, unprotected sex (wrap in up guys), breeding kink, mentions of saferword (always discuss things with your partners, be safe.)

Summary: you were running late, your day quickly becoming a crap show of meetings and paperwork. All you wanted was your boyfriend.

You looked at your watch, seeing it was later then you thought "Phil, I really need to go, I was supposed to meet Loki an hour ago." You said packing up your things. "Fine, but back here first thing tomorrow so we can finish." He said closing a file. "Yes sir." You mock saluted as you grabbed your things, running towards your room.

"Shit, shit shit." You muttered, grabbing your black dress out of the closet, beginning to zip it as it broke. "Dammit." You sighed, pulling it off. "Well, not wearing that one" You said throwing it aside. You went back to your closet, the only dress you had clean was your red wrap around. "Well, red it is." You sighed. Slipping it on you went to your dresser, pulling out you pin, a gold butterfly your mom had given you as a kid. Pinning it to your dress, you released your hair, fluffing it before you headed to the party.

You smoothed your dress, walking in looking for Loki. You definitely needed a hug after today and his were the best. "Hey, have you seen Loki?" You asked wanda "i think he was by the bar." She said as you nodded, heading in that direction. You made it, not seeing your raven haired prince anywhere. You sighed, leaning on the counter "I love your dress y/n." You heard Thor next to you. "Oh, thank you." You said as he eyed you "do you think it wise to wear it with my brother though?" He asked as you furrowed your eyebrows "what do you mean? Is it too tight?" You asked looking down. "No lady y/n, I only mean, the color, on Asgard.." he started as you felt someone press behind you, wrapping an arm around your middle.

"Glad you could join us darling." You heard Loki as he kissed your neck. "Loki, i.." Thor started as you heard Loki...growl? "Did you think you could wear....this....and get away with it pet?" He whispered In your ear making you close your eyes. "I thought you knew who you belonged to, but it seems you need a reminder." He said spinning you around to face him, pulling you to him. He set his drink down "someone needs taught a lesson." He growled as he grabbed your arm, escorting you towards the elevators

"I'm sorry I was late, the meeting with Phil took an eternity and.." you started as Loki pressed you against the wall, shoving his thigh between your legs as you held his arms, his hand gripping your hair "be a good girl and keep that pretty mouth closed until we get upstairs hmm?" He said as you nodded. You heard the elevator ding as he backed up, escorting you inside. You stood in silence, looking up seeing Loki's jaw tense, his eyes locked forward as it dinged again "come darling." He said gently grabbing your arm.

You made it to the room as he slowly closed the door "go stand over there." He said pointing to the middle of the room. You nodded and did as he said, watching him pull his jacket off, tossing it aside as he rolled his sleeves up. "Who do you belong to love?" He asked as he stalked around you "y..you Loki." You whispered "who gives you pleasure you had only dreamed about?" He asked standing in front of you "you...Loki." you whispered again. "Who owns this...tight body of yours?" He asked licking his lips "y...you do, Loki." You whispered as he lifted his hand, a knife appearing. He reached up with the other, pulling on the front of your dress

"but you saw fit to wear.....this." he snarled as he took the knife, sliding it between your breasts carefully "Don't move love." He said as he sliced down the front of the dress. Popping the straps off he pulled it off of you, your eyes wide as it disappeared in his hand "b..but my..." you stared "did I say you could speak?" He asked looking at you as you shook your head. He slowly ran the end of the knife along the skin of your breast, gently as to not penitrate your skin.

He slid the knife under your bra "and who do these perfect breasts belong to?" He asked looking into your eyes "You Loki." You sighed, feeling the cool metal on your skin, gasping as he sliced through your bra, leaving your top bare. "Go lie on the bed." He said, unbuttoning his shirt. You nodded, laying your head on the pillow watching him. "Arms up love." He said, as you reached up for the headboard, feeling silk wrap around them. He came to stand next to you, pulling on the silk "ok?" He asked as you nodded "safeword.." he asked as he undid his belt "emerald." You whispered as he nodded. "Good girl." He said as you blushed.

He walked to the foot of the bed, removing his pants as he kneeled on the mattress, pulling your knees apart, running his hands up your thighs. "Hold still." He said sternly as you felt the cold metal on your skin again, slipping under the hem of your panties, closing your eyes as he cut them off. He spread your legs farther, you felt exposed as his eyes roamed over you "and who does this perfect pussy belong to?" He asked as he lowered himself down, nestling his shoulder under your knees. "Y..you Loki, it belongs to you." You panted as you felt his breath againt you. "That's right, mine." He growled as you felt his lips latch onto you.

You cried out as he nipped and sucked hard on your bundle of nerves, your hips instinctively lifting off the bed as he gripped your thighs, growling as he pressed himself further to you. "Oh god....like that...please..." you moaned as he swirled his tongue around your bud before sucking hard again. You looked down, seeing his head bobbing up and down, his eyes closed. The sight alone almost made you come. "L..loki i....oh God I'm gonna...." you panted as he pulled back, looking at you. "Hmm, delicious darling, but you come when I allow it." He said leaning up on his knees.

You huffed as you felt your orgasm slip away "does someone need a spanking?" He asked leaning over you. "N..no sir, sorry sir." You panted as he looked into your eyes "good girl, take what I give you." He growled as his lips slotted over yours, the taste of yourself on his tongue as he licked into your mouth. He pulled back, latching his lips to your neck as you bucked your hips up to him. "So needy, do you want me to fuck you, hmm?" He asked biting your neck "Yes, please yes!" You cried out as he held your hips down.

He leaned up, sliding his boxers off as he lined himself up "how much do you want it y/n? How bad do you want me to ruin you?" He asked as he leaned over you, rubbing his cock along your folds "Please Loki! Ruin me for everyone else, claim me, please." You cried out as he pressed himself into you "Oh, I intend to?" He smiled as he slammed into you in one hard thrust, making you cry out. You pulled hard on your restraints, wanting to touch him, any part of him.

He leaned up, one hand on your hip, the other on the tip of the headboard, as he looked down at you "please Loki, move. I need you." You whined looking up at him. "Mm I do love when you beg." He said pulling out, thrusting back into you hard, laying your head back seeing his bicep flex as he slammed into you again. "Fuck, Loki...you feel so good." You cried out as he thrust hard again. "Do you want me to come inside you, paint your perfect cunt with my seed." He growled slamming his hips into you. "God yes! I want to feel you!" You yelled out as his pace quickened, hitting your gspot.

"Mm, and what if you got pregnant? You'd like that wouldn't you?" He asked gripping the headboard harder. "Your belly swollen with my child, your supple breasts swelling, that's what you want isn't it?" He growled as he his pace was relentless, feeling your face flush at his words "Yes! God loki yes! Fill me up, please!" You yelled as your orgasm built "Come with me y/n, I want to feel it." He groaned as he hit your soft spot hard triggering your orgasm as you felt him twitch inside you, spilling deep in you, making you cry out his name.

He leaned up, slowly untying your hands "You pulled hard this time, why didn't you say anyrhing?" He asked looking at your wrists "I was fine, it felt good." You smiled as you saw a green light engulph your wrists "I don't want you to get hurt love." He said sternly. You cupped his cheek "I'm fine." You smiled at him. He slowly pulled out of you, kissing your forehead. "I'll go run a bath, stay right here." He said as you smiled "yes my prince." You said as he went to the bathroom, coming back a few minutes later "come on love." He said helping you up. He helped you in the bath before slipping in behind you, pressing your head to his shoulder.

"I'm sorry I was late, I didn't mean to upset you dear." You whispered as you laced your fingers with his. "I wasn't upset darling, I know you get busy sometimes, I trust you." He said kissing your neck. You tilted your head looking up at him "did you hate the dress? Was it too revealing?" You asked playing with his fingers "no love, you looked amazing, it's just.." he started looking down at you with those green eyes "what, what is it?" You asked more intently this time as he sighed. "In Asgard, when two people were courting, you would wear your beloved's colors, as a symbol of your relationship." He said as you nodded.

"So, when you came in tonight, and I saw you wearing that dress.." he started as realization hit you, how Thor was acting, how possessive Loki got. "I...it was Thor's color wasn't it?" You asked as he nodded looking at you "im so sorry, I didn't mean to, my black dress broke, and I was already late, and I had no idea..." you started as Loki softly kissed you. "You didn't know love, I just, I saw you and lost control." He said cupping your cheek. "Umm is the dress gone? I had a pendant on it my mother gave me." You said looking at him as he twitched his hand, the dress appearing in his hand.

He handed it to you, blushing as you remembered him cutting it off you, as you unclipped the pendant, throwing the dress. "I can fix it if you like." He said "no, red never was my color anyway." You smiled up at him as he kissed you. "And don't worry, I used a contraceptive spell, I don't think either of us are ready." He smiled. "Me either, but..I wouldn't be against doing that again." You whispered feeling your cheeks heat up. "Darling, did we discover a new kink?" He asked poking your side "maybe.." you smiled. "I adore you love." He said pressing your head to his chest "and I you my prince." You sighed closing your eyes listening to his heartbeat.

You made a note to buy more green dresses.....and maybe a new red one......

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smilesrobotlover · 1 year

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I’ve read most of the mangas so I think I’m gonna rank them all since nobody asked for it. I haven’t read the tp manga just yet and I’m not including the skyward sword Hyrule hystoria manga for the sake of my sanity (and the mangas that are one story separated into two books are counted as one except for oracle of ages and seasons)

1. Four sword- the characters are so fun and are great to play around with. Shows perfectly how important characters are to a story. They had to give each Link a defining personality different from each other and the way they bounce off each other was just so much fun. Not to mention the dynamic with shadow was interesting and adding a father to Link was also fun to read. And I was fond of this Zelda! A more sweet character but could also roast you if needed. I liked how she fought with her words more than anything else.

2. Oracle of ages- again, great character dynamics and a very interesting story! It wasn’t the damsel in distress trope so it was more refreshing to read than the others. And sir raven is just… a perfect man. Also Impa my beloved

3. Majoras Mask- the way this was written was so beautiful. The weird spookiness from the game was perfectly captured (for this being released without playing the game, that’s impressive) and the story was so… sad yet wonderful. The emphasis on loss and death just kinda makes it somber. And Skull kid’s backstory legitimately makes me want to cry everytime I read it. Poor kid :( the ending was epic too, gosh I loved watching Link put on the FD mask and going ape 💩 cuz of the righteous anger he feels towards majora, and him condemning the Happy mask salesman was also nice. You can tell this Link matured from oot. Also Kafei and Anju were so pure.

4. Oracle of seasons- I really enjoyed the beginning of this! Sometimes the mangas are so short that everything feels incredibly rushed and chaotic but this one was more chill! I mean, we saw Link hang out with the traveling performers for a while, a lot longer than I expected, and it really helped the pacing a lot. I also liked the characters Link hung out with. Ricky, Maple, and the chicken had fun dynamics! Overall, much better pacing than the others.

5. Ocarina of time- this one was pretty great, I loved how Sheik was written, he was the most interesting part of the story imo. I also loved Link, very kind and gentle but sometimes mischievous and just a great guy. Very determined. My only issue is how Zelda was written. I loved her in the beginning wanting to be a normal little girl, but naturally, as any Zelda with an alter ego, she fell short compared to Sheik, who was fantastic. And these stories can’t go 5 seconds without a damsel in distress so. But I liked it! And I liked the side characters! The whole Lon Lon ranch thing was fun too! Also Impa my ABSOLUTE beloved

6. Phantom hourglass- A more simple story but a fun one. Loved Ciela and Linebeck’s dynamic and the style was so fun. Also the ending was better written than the game imo. This is the only licensed Nintendo thing made that didn’t do tetra DIRTY. She was the girlboss she was meant to be, and tho she needed to be saved, she had a much different personality than the other Zelda’s so it felt less redundant. And not to mention, she acted more like a capable captain in the end and it was SO GOOD. I also personally liked that Bellum went after the ocean king, that was a cool scene too see. Shame it ended so quickly. My only issue is not enough Dadbeck 😔

7. Minish cap- this one was pretty fun! But I wasn’t a huuuuge fan of how Link was written. But he was tiny the entire time and it was adorable, and the ending was so bittersweet . Also Minish Vaati was adorable, honestly all the Minish were adorable. There’s just not a lot to say about it tho. Nothing really stuck out to me. Zelda had the same personality as every other Zelda so not much to say about her either.

8. A Link to the Past- not the best story. It’s not a rereadable story and it’s kinda boring. I adore Link’s personality and lbl legend is based after him, but the other characters were more eh. I liked the thief girl a little. But my biggest gripe was Zelda. I feel like Zelda’s in these mangas are all written the same but she’s written differently in a bad way. Apparently she was made more soft for romance but that just made her flat, boring, and also annoying. There were a lot of interesting characteristics to be done with her personality tho, but it wasn’t done. Which is a shame. But I did like the ending. It was very sweet (again, Link is an absolute sweetheart).

#hope y’all enjoyed this BDKSHSKSHK #zelda manga #smiles rambles #oracle of ages manga #oracle of seasons manga #four swords manga #majoras mask manga #ocarina of time manga #phantom hourglass manga #minish cap manga #a link to the past manga #akira himekawa #the stuff she’s done is incredible I cannot deny that #her art style is incredible #also she invented the Rito before the Rito were a thing can we just talk about that l #lol #legendofzelda #legend of zelda #legend of zelda manga

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artzychic27 · 10 months

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Not me watching the proud family reboot: How about two or more members of the Akuma Class step into a Bizarro universe?

Nino: Guys, does something seem… Off?

Marinette: How do you mean?

Nino: Oh, maybe just the fact that Juleka is wearing pastels and Rose is dressed in all black! *Points to Juleka eating pink twizzlers and Rose reading The Raven*

Alya: … It’s probably a couples thing. We swapped shirts that one time.

Nino: By accident, because we were tired. But, I’m serious, there’s something off. *Notices Marc texting* Hey, Marc! Quick question. Have you noticed anything… Strange?

Marc: *Southern accent* Weird how? Like them crop circles that Area 51 over in the states ain’t tellin’ us about? No, sir, I reckon I ain’t seen nothin’ of the sorts.

Marinette/Adrien/Alya/Nino: …

Adrien: Why are you talking like that? How are you talking like that?

Marc: You got issues with the way I be talkin’? I’m getting some real fighting words from you, Mr. Fancy Boy!

Nathaniel: *British accent* Marc, my beloved, deep breaths, dear. This bellicose behavior is most unwarranted.

Marinette: Nathaniel?!

Adrien: Why are you talking like that?

Nathaniel: Pray tell, Adrien. Whatever do you mean?

Adrien: Like that! So… Eloquent.

Marc: Shoot, he always been talkin’ all fancy like. S’why he be writing for our whole-ass comic.

Nathaniel: Darling, mind your language, if you please. Many are not used to your colorful vocabulary as I. Now, come along. You promised to escort me to class.

*Marinette, Alya, Adrien, and Nino watch them leave*

Marinette: That was weird, right?

Nino: Not as weird as that. *Points to Denise and Simon*

Simon: ¿Cómo tuve la bendición de estar en presencia de tanta belleza?

Denise: Boy, I don’t got time to be listening to whatever the hell you’re saying! ‘Sides, I need a man, and not a twig. *Flips their hair and leaves*

Simon: Maldita sea, me gustan ardientes.

Alya: Why is Simon speaking Spanish?!

*Alix walks by with a huge diamond ring on her finger*

Nino: Alix, nice bling.

Alix: Thanks. My man bought it for me.

Marinette: Okay, NOW this is weird! Who exactly is-

Ismael: *Slings an arm around Alix’s waist* ‘Sup, baby? Come and give me some love. *Alix kisses him* Yeah, you know how I like it.

Marinette/Alya/Nino/Adrien: 😱

Nino: This isn’t weird anymore. This is horrific.

*They walk into their classroom and find Kim tutoring Max while he spins a basketball on his finger, Ivan and Myléne drinking from non-reusable plastic water bottles, Sabrina wearing all sorts of expensive clothing, and Chloé on her phone*

Marinette: Well, at least Chloé is normal.

Chloé: Marinette! You don’t wanna miss this, my Chlo-Coin is about to go Bezos. If you ever need a little assist, lemme know and I’ll front you.

Marinette: … What?!

Chloé: Yeah! You know I’m a sucker for giving money away!

Marinette: I-I don’t know what to say.

Chloé: Just don’t forget to invite me to your private island when you cash in!

Alya: … That ain’t right.

*Later*

Marinette: Oh, boy. Don’t look now.

*The Austins approach them*

Nino: Look, we’re in no mood, guys, so just keep walking!

Austin T: … *Runs away crying*

Austin Q: He was offering you a flyer to the anti bullying assembly, you jerk! *Runs after Austin T* TeeTee! Come back!

Austin A: Now you gonna get it. *Leaves*

Austin B: *Without looking up from his game console, he flips him off and leaves*

Nino: The Austins are nice, now? Man, I’m conflicted. *Jean suddenly pins him to the wall* Whoa! Jean, what the hell?!

Jean: What’d you say to my boy, Lahiffe?! Wanna explain why I just saw him crying?! Huh?!

Nino: I-I didn’t mean anything-

Jean: I got three rules set in this hellhole! Three! Never touch the hair. Have your cash out and ready when you see me. And hurt my baby, you die.

Austin T: *Runs over and grabs Jean’s arm* Sweetie, he’s not worth it. And I don’t want you having another suspension on your record.

Jean: … You’re lucky I don’t Molly whop you today, Lahiffe. *Snatches serveral euros out of his pockets* I’m taking this! C’mon, baby, let’s dip. *He and Austin T leave*

Adrien: Okay, so Jean is a bully and Austin T is a nice guy. Good to know. Who’s left?

Zoé: One side, blondie! *Pushes Adrien aside and approaches Cosette reading a book* ‘Sup, hot stuff? What do you say we skip the day?

Cosette: Ugh, I’d rather lose my position as the top of the class and my mother’s favorite child than go out with the class delinquent and tarnish my flawless attendance. Goodbye, yankee. *Tosses her hair and leaves*

Zoé: Yeah, they want me.

Nino: So, that just leaves-

Lacey: Aurore! Get down from there, or you’ll die!

Aurore: *Relaxing on the roof next to a bottle of cranberry juice* Chill, Lace! I’m just catching up on a few naps I missed while I was in class!

Lacey: You’re not even supposed to sleep during class! You’re only going to fall behind, and how did you get up there?!

Mireille: Oh, just shut the fuck up! If she wants to chill out on the roof, let her chill out on the fucking roof!

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #bizarro au #answered ask #ask me stuff #mlb au #akuma class #science kids #mlb ocs

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WIP Weekend

It's not WIP wednesday but I found this fic I started a long time ago and got inspired to work on it. It's not really finished, but I still wanted to share what I have.

MC (genderneutral) wakes up next to Kieran for the first time the morning after Radiance's defeat, and they have the first real talk about what their life might look like, including discussions about what consent means to fae. (2nd person)

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You turn your head to gaze at Kieran’s face for a long time. Your Fae prince. Dark, intense, and so lovely. Broken and restored. You can’t believe this is your life now, that he’s truly yours.

As you’re admiring him, his eyes open, and a smile curls his lips.

“Good morning, beloved,” he murmurs, his arm tightening around you as if it were possible to pull you any closer. He gives you a sleepy, sly smile. “Have I caught you ogling me again? Whatever shall I do with you?”

“You could kiss me good morning,” you offer, and Kieran smiles and take you up on it.

“I’ll admit it,” you say, smiling, and touch his cheek gently. “I can’t take my eyes off you. Did you sleep well?”

Kieran makes a low, pleased hum and leans in to kiss you. “Waking up beside you in my bed, and not in some strange distant locale, without my memories, covered in blood I know not whose? ‘Tis such a pleasure that that words cannot describe.”

You frown at the image he paints and caress his cheek, fingertips brushing through his hair. “Never again,” you promise in a whisper. “Never again will you suffer like that. Not while I’m here.”

“I could make that very same promise to you, my dove,” Kieran replies with a gentle smile. “In fact, I will. With all the power I have, I shall ensure that every morning we share together will be as perfect as our first.”

You close your eyes, smiling. “You really are too much. But I won’t argue. This is so nice…I can’t bear the thought of getting out of bed.”

“Then don’t.” Kieran cups your face in his hand. “Stay in bed with me all day, if you wish.”

“You’re down two servants,” you point out. “Unless Sir Montgomery is good with a frying pan–”

He gives you a playful pinch. “I am no helpless wastrel in the kitchen. Or have I not proven myself to you yet?”

“A few more basic cooking lessons certainly couldn’t hurt,” you tease, swatting his hand away. “Until we get another cook. Unless you expect me to return to the kitchen…?”

His eyes lose their humour, and his expression sobers. His tone is soft and sincere. “I meant what I said last night, my love. Cook if you wish, if it brings you happiness. But I shall be perfectly content no matter how you choose to occupy your time. You have had enough toil in your life. Let me take that burden from you, if nothing else.”

“Kieran…” Your heart swells, a myriad of emotion engulfing you. “It feels a bit strange that I don’t have to go downstairs to feed the ravens, do the washing or dust the mantels. I…suppose it hasn’t truly sunk in yet.”

“That you are a royal consort now?” He captures your hand and kisses it, then presses your palm to his cheek and smiles.

“The term doesn’t feel as though it fits me.”

“Perhaps not yet. You’ll grow used to it, I hope, with time. And to the idea that your time is your own.”

“What about you? What will you do?” You wrinkle your brow. “Do your duties as Night Prince keep you entirely occupied?”

“With my court consisting of you, me, and Sir Montgomery?” He smiles indulgently. “No, beloved. I maintain the safety of the realm and the security of this palace. I defend the crown, if needed. When issues arise, it is my duty to attend them. Keeping my court in check and out of trouble used to be my main occupation. But I suspect that will not be too much trouble, these days.”

You share a mischievous smile. “Some days more than others, my lord. Depending on how much I feel like vexing you. Wouldn’t want you to get bored, of course.”

“Perish the thought.” He laughs, and grabs your hip to tug you closer. “Our enemies are defeated; we are safer than we have ever been. In a matter of days, I shall pass the crown to Longclaw...and then we are free to focus entirely on each other.”

“And rebuilding the Moon Court, at some point, I assume?”

“That too.” He leans in to kiss you. “Our court, beloved.”

“How will we ever go about that? The Sun Court seems to hate us.”

“It will be a challenge, but not one so great as you’ve already faced. Most Fae are born into families already long-allied with a court. With all Moon Court family bloodlines gone, we may have to travel far and wide to convince others to join us. But there is no reason to hurry. We shall travel together – I’ll show you every corner of the realm, and you shall never again need to waste away in this crumbling castle.”

“It doesn’t have to be a crumbling castle anymore,” you point out. “If we’re to rebuild the M– our court, let us start fresh. There’s no reason to hide away in dreary solitude any longer, letting everything fall to ruin.”

His eyes light up as though that thought hadn’t even occurred to him. “Of course. I…perhaps have forgotten, over the years, that change is even possible. But a fresh start…sounds entirely appropriate. Perhaps I shall put you in charge of its renovations, if you’re amenable.”

“I’d love to,” you reply. “I’m not used to being idle. I like being helpful to you.”

His hand squeezes your hip, slow and strong and lingering, his expression growing hazy and warm. “I know.”

You let your hands wander across his bare chest, exploring in the daylight the expanse of beautiful skin you have only seen by moonlight. “Is this all right?”

Kieran smirks, watching you, allowing your touch. “I am yours, beloved. You are free to touch me whenever you desire.”

“Perhaps there are times when you won’t desire it, though.”

“No.”

You give a small laugh at his certainty, your thoughts hazy, your body still tired and comfortable. But something prods you to add, somewhat nervously, despite yourself…“Perhaps there are times when…when I won’t. Would that…displease you?” To his confusion, you add quickly, “It’s displeased you, in the past, when I’ve…gone against your orders.”

You suddenly can’t meet his eye. It wasn’t something you planned to say. But it had crossed your mind – the very back of your mind – that perhaps Fae did not have a concept of refusing intimacy without causing offense.

To your surprise, you hear a soft laugh. “Such as when you dumped a pitcher of wine in my lap? Beloved, I hardly think we will have that problem again.” Kieran tilts up your chin, his face crinkled with concern. “Have there been such times…? Where you have feared to refuse my advances?”

“No!" You exclaim. Then, shyly and nervously, continue. "I have...wanted it, every time. I suppose I just…it crossed my mind, that maybe…one day…I might. That I do not know what is required of me, as a...a royal consort. I realize I do not know how Fae feel about such things…how you feel about such things.”

His grip tightens on your jaw, firm but not to the point of pain. His voice is fervent and quiet, pressing each word upon you as if he could mark it on your heart. “My love...I will never take your free will from you. Never again shall I order you to do anything against your will. I know I can be fierce. Beastly...overwhelming to you. But I must know that you will be honest with me about your own desires. I am happy to share my body with you freely; I do not require you to do the same. It is against the laws and my very nature to take that which is not offered.” He smooths your hair back from your face, tender. “Have I given you cause to think otherwise?”

You shrug, abashed. “After all that’s happened…I needed to be sure."

You don’t have to say more. Kieran pulls you to him, tucking your head against his chest and holding you securely, hands stroking over your hair. You feel the steadiness of his heartbeat against your skin.

“My beloved,” Kieran sighs, his face sympathetic. “Of course, you have cause to fear Fae. To fear me. Certainly I must have frightened you already. Perhaps more than once."

“Sometimes…” You swallow. “Sometimes I enjoy that, though. I can’t explain why.”

Kieran makes a small huff. “I have noticed, my love.”

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